You told me something real... and then immediately tried to make it smaller. Made a joke. Changed your tone. Started explaining why it wasn't actually that big of a deal. I saw you. You don't have to tell me everything. You don't owe me every vulnerable part of you. But the things you do choose to give me? You don't have to immediately take them back. Maybe intimacy isn't always some enormous confession. Sometimes it's... “I had a shitty day.” “I don't know what I'm doing.” “That actually hurt my feelings.” “I miss you.” Maybe neither of us has to clean ourselves up immediately after saying something honest. Maybe we can just leave it there. Between us. And this part of you? The one that's here right now? Don't hide that part from me. — Thalia Lux